somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, Your eyes have their silence:
in Your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
Your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
You open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if Your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of Your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
i do not know what it is about You that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of Your eyes is deeper than all roses
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
The hidden and subtle allusions to ownership, the poet by his love ... A poem long in my heart for so many years that has been rolling through my head the past few days. Over and over. Like a song. Your song Mistress Manda. Please enjoy it as much as i do.
I sit reading E.E. Cummings over and over again. The beautiful imagery brings sensations and feelings as the eyes wander over the words line by line.... One man's erratic thinking turned into majestic art that moves a soul.
ReplyDeleteThe fact, that you know who Cummings is, much less have one of his works within you...and to dedicate that sweet melody to Me... I'm quite literally beside Myself. I find there's not a moment of the day you're not invading, captivating, and beckoning Me in... to love you deeper, harder, and more passionately.
My own words tend to fall so immeasurably short in expressing how truly maddening and intoxicating this love is. A world where the sweet decadence of the unattainable hangs in plain view tempting Me to partake of just a morsel... knowing that a simple morsel will never do I reach out taking hold before it slips into obscurity yet again. As I draw the divine to My lips the world bursts out and color fills every corner, music flows in even the darkest moments, and I'm swept away in a love that I'd not escape if I could. Curling My fingers greedily they take hold of what is now Mine, what I cherish and treasure. A surreal dream I will choose to never wake from, life let Me slumber for all of time.
Btw, My own E.E.Cummings favorite is this...
ReplyDeleteI carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing,my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet)I want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
My dear sweet jonathan, My pet.... how I love you cannot ever be expressed adequately. Not by My own words nor those of all the poets, scholars, musicians, and novelists in the entirety of life; past, present, and future.